Eating it Old School Style

We're doing a classic this time around: Garden Cafe. It's home to frequent public embarrassing outbursts from Di, which this visit was not exempt from at all, and of memories during high school. Garden Cafe is also somewhere you can probably run into some from high school, like Ming.
I'm just going to keep this sweet and simple. The lunch menu is a cream soup with corn and ham, a vegetable soup, (and that's black pepper between the soup bowls that only the quickest to grab can get, unless you don't have hand eye coordination, then you're just grabbing air) sizzling beef udon with black pepper sauce, and a chicken Cesar salad.


Good eats. Brazilian barbecue is still on the menu, just not on the schedule yet. Di, Ed, we need to get our secretaries on this, stat.

It's 75 degrees in mid-April on a Saturday? So of course, it's barbecue time! (Eat that, Seattle!) I will attempt to tell a story with the following pictures of a what a typical outing with Ed and Di is like, or as I like to call these outing: a three-way date. Analyze that all you want, but the terminology is here to stay.


While waiting for the meat to cook, I helped Di light up her ciggie.


Because I'm that type of friend. The type that shows up to barbecues too.


Ed was ridiculously sad that someone didn't show up. I haven't seen a grown man cry like that since the Trail of Tears or when the Lindbergh baby disappear. (And yes, by mentioning these historical moments means I was definitely alive when they occurred.)


So after the onslaught of meat, there was dessert.


That's a strawberry sponge cake to be exact with some complimentary icing. So with an Asian cake, it had to be cut the Asian way: with a camera present and the knife just barely skimming the cake in the photo.


So it was Saturday as usual with me, Di, and Ed as we fell into the obligatory food coma.


Then we woke up and saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Judd Apatow = expected hysterics and laugh.

Saturday as usual, for reals.

Paradise Thai......Paradise indeed

finally! an update! i don't feel like shit-talking today, so i'm just gonna tempt you with the pictures. on the menu: pad thai with tofu; a red curry with beef, pineapple, and coconut milk; that wonderful black sticky rice dessert (free!); AND to finish it off we had the sticky rice and mango topped with coconut milk. soooooo gooooood. they had to roll cammie bo and i out the door. needless to say we were quite satisfied.

and this time, cammie bo wasn't there to take the last pork bun

cammie bo and i have been sucking ass at keeping this thing updated, mainly because we never see each other anymore! but but but, i did go out for dim sum this morning, a coveted Cantonese tradition, and oh yes, i ate enough for both you and i Jo. everything from the delicious pork buns, to ha gao and siu mai, and of course the mouth-watering egg tarts. all for you jo, allllllll for you. i forgot my camera but managed to snap a picture with my handy (not really) blackberry. so here it is. i know you miss this shit, don't deny it! <33333

Korean fever...or is it chills?

Because this is a food blog, this is a food related post.

I don't know how frozen yogurt has become the new "it" item to have and I don't know if it just pertains to the Southern California but these fro-yo shops have been as ubiquitous as boba shops. I blame Pinkberry and the Koreans for being so progressive. Nonetheless, I would wake up from a coma, attack my attendants, and hijack an ambulance to have some original frozen yogurt with mochi and Fruity Pebbles. Large size, please.


And is that me being greedy? I plead the fifth.
(Photo taken at Yozen Frogurt)

Sushi!

This week's adventure bring us to Maneki where the only person who ate raw fish was me while Ed had his teriyaki chicken and Di had California rolls (and a spicy tuna roll, which almost doesn't count because the tuna was cooked).

Ed and his non-sushi.

Edamame!

Round one...

...comprised of ebi and tuna nigiri, rolls of the following variety: volcano, California, salmon, spicy albacore, salmon skin, and oh so many other types. And these rolls were 99 cents each, so our total bill came to be 30 bucks. If you were in SG, Joanne, I 'd buy you as many 99 cents rolls as you want but since you're not, suck on that.

Suffice to say, we forgot to take pictures of the subsequent rounds because we were hungry and polished them off before remembering to take pictures. Silly stomachs.

Next time: Brazilian barbecue?? Here's hoping.

the start of something (fucking amazing!)

while traversing down the 101, a light bulb lit up in cammie bo's head: what if we documented all of our meals in LA for joanne, maybe that bitch will finally make the journey down to LA for its culinary greatness! also, we really did this to spite her, because everyone knows you can't get a great meal in seattle/the boonies/wherever the hell she lives.

soooo, post #1!

on the menu, korean bbq!

restaurant: Manna in k-town

picture 1. grilled to perfection

picture 2. too full from delicious goodness to talk

(Cam's sidenote: I smelled my jacket when I got home and holy shitballs, that thing reeked. And even though, I was sweating meat juice, I still wanted more. Because it was THAT good.)